Ghoul on Holiday CHAPTER 6

INT – THE VINYL PRICK – AFTERNOON

Elias is filing records at The Vinyl Prick. A young girl named SIMONE enters through the door to The Vinyl Prick. She wears a red buttoned dress shirt with a thin tank top black shirt beneath. She wears low maroon shorts. Her purse is in one hand and records under her right arm. Elias looks up quietly and glances at her over an aisle of records. He shifts his eyes down back to filing records. Music can heard in the background from speakers in corners of the store. Simone starts walking slowly through two aisles of records.

(From the Sound Studio of The Vinyl Prick in the back)

KEVIN:
God this sounds purely orgasmic!

Elias walks slowly over to Simone.

ELIAS:
Oh I am sorry about that.

SIMONE:
He truly knows how to embarrass himself!

ELIAS:
They can make things very uncomfortable.

SIMONE:
Wait!…they?!

ELIAS:
I didn’t actually learn until I got the job that they could be this annoying.

He whispers to her.

ELIAS: (CONT’D)
I don’t buy into their shit. It sucks. Could I help you by any chance?

SIMONE:
I brought in a few records I was hoping I could sell to you guys.

ELIAS:
I suppose it depends which ones they are.

SIMONE:
Well I have some classic Beatles records, but I have gotten into a retro rock phase.

ELIAS:
Oh yeah? What are you interested in mainly?

SIMONE:
The Doors right now. They are super sick! My only wish is that I could have been around while they were really huge in the music spotlight of the scene.

ELIAS:
Are you serious? That is mine ultimately as well! I love Jim Morrison.

SIMONE:
Don’t tell me you have a shrine too?!

ELIAS:
Yeah I certainly do fo sho.

SIMONE:
Uhhhh…right…I was just kidding though.

ELIAS:
Oh yeah, pfffft…I knew that…hehe my name is Elias.

SIMONE:
Mine is Simone.

ELIAS:
Nice to meet you. What Doors records do you have?

SIMONE
I have most of their popular records. I was hoping you would have some of their older and much more rare records.

ELIAS:
Uhhh…actually unfortunately I am not exactly sure. I haven’t seen any here. Trust me I am disappointed as you probably are.

SIMONE:
I didn’t say that.

ELIAS:
However, I have personally have the original The Doors records.

SIMONE:
I could come over and listen to them if you like. Actually I usually sing and play guitar at The Clit Cluster. Would you like to come along and watch tonight?

ELIAS:
Uhhhh…sure yeah. I get off work in five minutes.

SIMONE:
(in an innocent tone) Is it alright if I just wait for you while you get ready to leave?

ELIAS:
Yeah that’s fine.

Elias walks up around the side of the counter in the back room of The Vinyl Prick. He takes a deep breath and is overwhelmed by the fact that Simone asked him out not to mention her immense beauty. Music may be heard from the back room.

KEVIN: (O.S)
(From Simone’s P.O.V) All I think is that Pee going into Vagi is a major factor.

JASON: (O.S)
What would the world be without sexual tyrants? Pussies would be as dry as the skin that peels off my balls.

KEVIN:
Don’t tell me I am the one who needs to get the god damn skin box. The last time you blew all the disgusting withered shit in my face.

Kevin walks out of the back room to the front counter. He looks up toward Simone waiting looking at various records along the aisles. Jason follows Kevin to the front counter to speak to him. Music resonates from behind them.

KEVIN:
( To Simone) Hey why are you here?!

SIMONE:
I am just here waiting for Elias thanks.

KEVIN:
Pffft…alright (under his breath) bitch!

JASON:
What the fuck! You can’t deny that you have used it to stash slips of acid inside there for yourself. Well you’ve probably eaten bits of skin mistaking it for crystal tea.

KEVIN:
Fuck yeah! Wish I hadn’t! If anything an acid trip must make everything feel so fucking better!

JASON:
Have you ever tried that before dude?

KEVIN:
I can only see that working best if you fucked the Beatles.

JASON:
I dunno dude, that just sounded uber gay….like really super gay.

KEVIN:
I am not fucking insecure about sexuality you bastard. Take a look at yourself! Hahaha! Are you a God damn homophobe?

JASON:
No fucking way! Everyone knows we’re all a little gay inside. It’s just science.

KEVIN:
Doesn’t stop us from singing the melody to many delicious cunts just aching to get fucking boned.

Elias returns from the back room with his coat.

ELIAS:
(under his breath) I’m lonely because I am a fucking pussy.

ELIAS: (CONT’D)
Take care guys. I’m out.

KEVIN:
(To Elias) Do you think that beat you heard in there would make you pitch a tent? Alrighty dude, see you Sunday. Fuck away!

Elias walks over to Simone between one of the aisles of dusty records. Kevin and Jason walk back into their small music studio in the back of The Vinyl Prick.

ELIAS:
God they embarrass me. Leave the Beatles records here on the counter.

He takes them from under her arm and a shiver runs down the back of his spine slightly as he takes them from her. Elias and Simone both head toward the door and it closes behind them as they exit.

INT – THE CLIT CLUSTER – EVENING

Dim lights illuminate the pub and contrast the bright spotlight on the stage centered on Simone playing a tune on her guitar. The florescent beer lights glitter across the counter in the back at the bar. The florescent beer lights reflect from the counter onto the beer bottles behind the counter. Elias sits at a small table and watches Simone singing at the front in the pub on a small stage. He sips a cup of coffee. Simone finishes playing her song on the guitar in front of the small audience surrounding her on the stage. The audience cheers and Elias claps. Simone takes her guitar and swings it over her shoulder. Simone’s purse is wrapped around the side of a chair. She steps off the stage down towards Elias sitting at his table. She sits down across from him.

SIMONE:
Now tell me the truth, did I completely humiliate myself?

ELIAS:
Oh yeah, you could not have sounded any better.

Elias head leans down into his coffee cup. He is hypnotized by the short, slow ripples in the cup.

SIMONE:
You seem dazed. Are you doing well?

He looks up from his cup at Simone’s face.

ELIAS:
Sorry yeah. It can be difficult to write a song that can get through to your listeners. Sometimes people just forget how life is a playground of love along the way. I’ll have more time when I finally graduate.

SIMONE:
I try to hit pressure points. When do you finish school?

ELIAS:
I graduate in a little while. We have prom before the graduation ceremony.

SIMONE:
Have you found someone to go to the prom with?

ELIAS:
Uhhhh…no. I don’t even know if I will go.

SIMONE:
Because I was wondering whether I could come along as your date.

Elias hesitates and pauses for a moment.

SIMONE (CONT’D):
I mean if you are going with a bunch of friends I completely understand…No…No…I don’t want to intrude or anything.

Elias looks up from his coffee cup and begins to smile. He glances into Simone’s eyes.

ELIAS:
Oh yeah! That’ll be great!

SIMONE:
I’ll definitely have to get a beautiful dress.

ELIAS:
Oh yes absolutely! What time is it?

SIMONE:
Time to leave.

Elias digs in his pockets momentarily and places some change down on the table. Simone has her guitar wrapped around her shoulder. Simone drinks the last of her awter bottle and Elias exit The Clit Cluster.

INT – ELIAS’ BASEMENT – NIGHT

Elias walks through into his room. And slouches down in his comfortable, cushioned chair next to his bed and amplifier. Simone follows him inside. Simone takes a glance at all hiss records on his shelf next to his television.

ELIAS:
My parents have gone out to their cottage for the weekend until Sunday.

Elias throws his coat down on his bed.

SIMONE:
Whoa this is crazy!

ELIAS:
Its called being a seventeen year old pack rat. I fill my lousy life with shit that has a musical pulse.

Elias stands up from the cushioned chair and pops a record onto the turntable. He sits back down in the chair next to his amp and his bed.

SIMONE:
I am no different. What people own end up owning us. You have to live life to its fullest.

ELIAS:
The shit people own have only one purpose. To satisfy our pithy little lives with happiness. The truth is that my music is the one thing that keeps me calm like a bomb.

Simone continues to browse along the shelf of records.

SIMONE:
It really mellows me out. I have been playing at The Clit Cluster for a while now.

ELIAS:
I usually experiment with my guitar myself.

SIMONE:
Have you written anything lately?

ELIAS:
No not really.

SIMONE:
That is not exactly the answer a girl wants to hear you know.

ELIAS:
And what does a girl expect to hear. Its absurd that I can only express sad emotions.

SIMONE:
Its hard to see that from you. Mind you that you have listened to me. You shouldn’t be shy at all even if you are lying.

ELIAS:
No I’m not! I believe that the tones of music played are what brings out the best in the hearts of the most passionate…Like me. It’s your life’s theme.

SIMONE:
You’re left with a flood of love.

Simone turns around from flicking through the records on the shelf. She looks back into Elias’ eyes. She moves back from the shelf and allows herself to fall gently down onto his bed. He moves over from the chair next to her on his bed.

ELIAS:
Sorry but truthfully my shyness is a serious tick. And I feel embarrassed enough. Oh God you must find me really weird!

SIMONE:
I highly doubt that is a lie. I try not to.
You are far from it. At least you are not obsessed with sports. I’d rather travel across the world as a journalist following musicians and getting caught up with their adventures and antics along the way. Music is an unbreakable love that binds all of us. Its something anyone can relate to in one sense or another.

ELIAS:
Would you like a drink?

SIMONE:
Why? Were you hoping to get me drunk and date rape me to death?

ELIAS:
Ummmm…yeah that’s exactly what I was intending.

SIMONE:
Fuck! Lighten up! You don’t need to get me wasted. I am not that type of girl. HAHAHAHA!

ELIAS:
Alright. I want my voice to be heard as I grow older. I have a song I have learned that I have composed except I have not written all the lyrics to it. Would you like to hear it?

SIMONE:
If you don’t mind…hehe.

ELIAS:
Hmmmmm…ok.

Turns on guitar amp and starts playing softly. Simone stares and listens to him.

ELIAS: (CONT’D)
Its not until you hear the mesmerizing sound of the strings that you truly realize how much great beauty actually surrounds you.

SIMONE:
Even now with you lovely.

Elias stops playing the guitar. He puts the guitar down by the side of his bed. They embrace slowly and kiss. They both lean back on his bed.

SIMONE:
Do you have protection?

ELIAS:
Yeah I think so.

Simone unzips Elias’ hooded sweat shirt and takes off his shirt. She unbuttons her loose red dress shirt and takes off her thin black tank top underneath revealing nothing but her bra. Elias tears her bra off vigorously and lie down on his bed together. Various frames of Elias and Simone kissing passionately leaning back on his bed.

CUT TO

Elias and Simone lying in Elias’ bed next to each other. Simone is smoking a cigarette. She puts it out in a small saucer on Elias’ low dresser drawer. Simone leans down under Elias’ shoulders and kisses his cheek. Simone dozes on his chest, a little below his shoulders. She closes her eyes and Elias puts his arms around her body. He sighs quietly.

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